(Reese)
I woke up before him.
The room was still dark enough that I couldn't tell exactly what time it was but light enough that morning was clearly on its way. Noah was on his back beside me, one arm resting across his chest, the other at his side with the bandage still in place. His breathing was slow and even and he looked more rested than he had when he'd walked through my door last night.
I lay there and watched him for a moment.
Not in a way that felt strange. Just the way you looked at something you'd been waiting for long enough that having it in front of you still felt new.
He'd asked me to be his old lady.
I'd said yes.
I was still working out what that meant in the daylight. Not because I regretted it. Because saying yes to something at midnight when the man who matters t
